You cultivate immortality, I cultivate merit

Chapter 163 The Story of a Hair
"Yes." When Shi Zelan reached for the talisman, he heard the voice of Master Decheng again.

"Sister Lan, use the talisman you refined."

Shi Zelan raised her eyes to see Master Decheng. When she saw him nodding, and then looked at Master Shanzheng's expression, she decided to act according to Master Decheng's instructions.

After Shi Zelan placed purification charms in all directions, she and Shi Xiaoliu sat on the floor next to Xia Yu. They heard Xia Yu's sleeping breathing, and the two quickly exchanged glances.

When Xia Yu woke up in Shenshi, he saw the people sitting around him. He sat up in shock and asked, "What just happened to me?"

"Yu'er, have you thought about what happened before?"

After Xia Yu sat up straight, closed his eyes and thought about it, he sighed: "I fell into a black hole in my dream, and there were countless ropes wrapped around me. I kept looking for the thread, and I always pulled out this one. Another one comes up."

As he spoke, looking at the expressions on everyone's faces, Shi Xiaoliu sighed: "Sister Lan used a peach branch to suppress a piece of hair. After burning it, the smell was very unpleasant."

Xia Yu quickly touched her hair, and Shi Zelan smiled: "It's not your hair, nor our hair."

Xia Yu raised her eyes and looked at Master Qi Yuan: "Dad, am I being plotted against?"

Master Qiyuan looked at him: "We will go to the temple tomorrow."

"Okay, I also want to see what it is that plotted against me."

"Yu'er, you stay here tomorrow."

"Decheng, Shanzheng, which one of you will stay to help me take care of Yu'er?"

Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng exchanged glances, Master Decheng said: "Shanzheng, let's go to the temple with you."

Shi Xiaoliu and Shi Zelan looked at each other and said, "Can we go to the temple together to have a look?"

Master Qiyuan and Master Qicheng shook their heads at the same time: "Let's go check the situation first. You can take care of Yu'er at home for the time being."

The next day, brothers Qicheng and Shanzheng went to the temple. It happened that the presiding monk was free, so they sat together and talked.

The great monk looked at the expressions on the faces of the three of them and asked, "Do you have any unknown and difficult questions to ask here?"

Master Qiyuan thought for a while and said to the great monk: "My son has been having nightmares since he came down from the temple. We want to visit the guest house where we stayed again."

The great monk frowned: "You went down the mountain in a hurry because he had a nightmare that day?"

Master Qiyuan sighed and nodded: "We believe that the temple is a quiet place, but for the current matter, we still want to find out the reason."

After the big monk summoned the young monk and whispered a few words, he said to Master Qiyuan and his party: "I will have something to do soon, so I will ask my junior brother to accompany you. It just so happens that the guest courtyard where you live has been empty and there are no guests. "

"Pah, pah, pah, Senior Brother, are you summoning me?"

The young monk opened the door, and a young monk with a straight face came in. The presiding monk told him the reason, and he looked at the three masters of Qiyuan with the same surprise.

The four of them went to the guest house. On the way, the young monk asked Xia Yu if he had gone down the mountain on the way when he was in the temple.
"My son has a calm temperament. Since he went up the mountain, he only walks around the yard once a day. Most of the time, he is reading in his room."

"The little benefactor is coming to the capital to take part in next year's imperial examination?"

"No, he wants to be admitted to a university in the capital next year."

When they walked to the guest house, they smelled the smell of medicinal soup coming from the yard on the left. Master Qiyuan whispered to the young monk: "Is any guest sick?"

The young monk sighed: "It's cold on the mountain and the old man is weak. We have already sent a message to the old man's son."

Brother Qi Yuan entered the living room door, immediately took two steps back, and exited directly from the door of the courtyard.

Master Shanzheng looked at the garbage piled up in the yard: "Have you not thrown away any household garbage since you moved in?"

"We cleaned up the guest house before returning it to the temple. At that time, we invited a young monk to check it out. Everywhere was very clean."

The young monk heard about this from the young monk, saying that the three donors who lived here were very clean and cleaned the yard inside and outside when they left.

The young monk pinched it with his fingers and said to the young monk who was following behind: "Go and ask the master in charge to come over."

After the presiding monk arrived, he listened to the young monk's words and called the steward monk for questioning. The steward monk looked at the situation in the yard.

He was also stunned: "No one lives in this yard, who piles garbage here?"

Master Qiyuan walked into the yard at this time. He saw that the garbage was full of broken ropes, and his expression became solemn immediately.

After seeing the rope, the elder monk was surprised and said to the young monk: "A few days ago, they said that a rope was lost in the warehouse. Take a closer look to see if it was thrown here."

The young monk knelt down to check, then stood up and said to the elder monk: "The break does not look like it was cut with a sharp weapon, but it looks like it was bitten off by something."

The great monk knelt down and took a look, then quickly opened the doors of one room after another and carefully checked the situation in the room.

Brother Qiyuan took a look, and Shanzheng said to the young monk: "Burn these things with incense."

The presiding monk heard what Shanzheng said, and he said to the young monk: "Ask someone to get incense to burn the garbage."

After Brother Qiyuan took a look at the room, the two of them felt a little more at ease. They said to the monk: "There is nothing inappropriate in the room."

Their eyes fell on the left courtyard, and the great monk followed their eyes to the left courtyard. He sighed: "I asked the doctor to go up the mountain to see the female donor the day before.

Her body is weak and her family will take her down the mountain in the next two days. "

Brother Qi Yuan all knew that under such circumstances, the temple would conceal some of the matters here.

Master Qiyuan sighed: "Let's go for a walk on the mountain in a few days."

At this time, Master Shanzheng was already asking the young monk to burn things with incense. The young monk was very entangled and said to him: "Donor, I'm afraid it will take a long time to burn this pile of things."

Master Shan Zheng took the incense from the young monk's hand and said with a smile: "Come on, I consider myself to be upright. I can use the incense better than you."

When I put the incense closer, the light suddenly became brighter, and then a stench filled the air.

Everyone in the yard covered their noses, and the young monk quickly went to take the incense from Master Shanzheng’s hand: “Donor, it stinks so much, I’ll do it.”

Master Shanzheng flashed for a moment and said to the young monk: "Son, you are still young. From now on, such things will be done by your brothers with boundless Dharma."

The young monk listened to Master Shanzheng's words and stretched out his hand to take the incense. Master Shanzheng glanced at him and said: "You are also missing some heat, so I'll do it."